The atmosphere in the starry sky was incredibly eerie.
Everyone watched Wang Teng and Elder Hui, their hearts pounding with anxiety for Wang Teng.
This guy wasn't afraid of death at all!
Apologize!
An eternal-level weapon!
How could he dare to ask Elder Hui for these things? Wasn't he afraid of provoking Elder Hui and ending up in a hopeless situation?
Yet Wang Teng stared fearlessly at Elder Hui, a cold smile playing on his lips, the sword in his hand still gently rotating.
The man of the Heishan Royal Clan was on the verge of passing out from pain. Having a sword inserted into his heart, slowly stirring it around, must be an experience no one has ever endured.
He harbored extreme hatred and fear towards Wang Teng at this moment.
This bastard was too ruthless!
All his initial arrogance had vanished. Now, all he wanted was to survive, and everything depended on Elder Hui.
Only the other party could save him.